Let's make some muthafucking noise that the queen (of long hiatuses) has returned!!! I put it at the top of my to-do list to send out a newsletter this month (really, it was last month, but y'all didn't know that, so it didn't count).

Let's get some things out of the way first.

I truly, deeply, and earnestly missed ya'll. It made my heart smile when people threatened me over the newsletter. Not just because of my proclivity for rough and tough love, but because it feels so satisfying for people to anticipate and delight in the work I do and the truths I expose here.

This newsletter was born of an urgent need to express myself, two months postpartum. I knew that, as I got up every day and faced the stark reality of that transition, I had to ground myself in what made me me. Writing is my thing. It allows me to be courageous and expressive in a way that's equally terrifying and liberating. Right now, I'm in another earth-shifting transition, and I've returned to what I've always known. I simply HAVE to tell my business. I need to write. I need to allow myself to be visible.

In an attempt to accept this truth once again, let's gon' head and get into it.

In the last quarter of 2025, my life was in fucking flames. My boyfriend of five years and I broke up. Leaving me to live with my college roommate, much like I did then. Mattress on the floor, life is a cluster fuck, and on the brink of a mental collapse. I am still in shock that things ended the way they did and that we now need to coparent. Mainly because I haven't been able to take off to properly grieve this moment or several others. Safe to say, my world has felt like it's unraveling; my brother just passed, and the month before that, one of my college exes died.

I'm so sorry to trauma dump, but one, this is my newsletter, and two, I need y'all to understand that when I was missing, it's because I've been getting upper cut by life!

I never know how to share these intimate moments of my life. My natural inclination is to tell every sordid detail, but then the newsletter would read like a novel, and I'm not sure if that's what I want to give y'all. I go back and forth on the idea that it’s my shit, I can do what I want, and cater to your readers.

But I figure if you're reading someone's personal newsletter, you're just as nosy/curious as I am, so I'll go ahead and dive into the juicy bits a little.

Starting with my breakup.

When I tell y’all I never ever ever ever ever ever ever saw this coming the way that it did. I mean, I was blindsided. I was cheated on. Multiple times. Which I only found out because my intuition would not let me ignore the signs. The signs showed up, and the suspicion grew, but I still wanted to bet my last dollar that the man I chose to have a child with wouldn't be dragging his nuts the way he was. Yet, I was wrong. I don't think I've even fully wrapped my head around it yet. It's only been two weeks, and I've just been trying to make it through my cycling emotions of disbelief, rage, and sheer disappointment. This is all on top of the struggle of moving unexpectedly and never taking time off work to grieve the way my life imploded.

It's a doozy.

Death and rebirth are a constant of life that I've accepted, but the particular ways in which they've shown up this past quarter have really rocked me. I'm not the same person as a result, which is both promising and startling. I didn't realize how much this growth was needed.

When I learned that my ex died, I broke down. Don't get me wrong: I hadn't spoken to the man intimately in years and had no plans to do so, but his death served as a reminder. A reminder that just because I am here today doesn't mean I always will be, and while that's the case, I need to be more mindful of my time here. We all say we're going to do so many things before we die. Then, we get caught up on meal prep, chasing promotions, and dry humping on the couch instead of calling our family for their birthdays (maybe that's unique to me, but hey, no judging!) Essentially, his death reminded me that I have a clock that will run out, and not recognizing and honoring that is a dishonor to myself and those who wanted just a little more of the time I take advantage of.

A month later, my brother died, and I broke in half. I felt my heart stop when I heard the news. I can't articulate much just yet, but this tragedy did open the door for my dad to re-enter my life after a decade. While it has truly filled my heart to be around my dad, it's also broken my heart knowing my brother can't experience this with us.

There is so much more lore to unpack on everything mentioned that I may or may not touch on in the future. I wanted to give a peek into my world and set the stage for what's to come.

So that's just what's tea.. for now.

P.S. If you're here and have held it down while I was out in the streets, just know I love you deep down BAD BAD BAD and I am so grateful you are willing to grant me patience. This newsletter was short because there’s just so much to unpack, but we are just getting started dailies!!! Good things soon come <3